The next day, a figure quietly appeared in front of the Han family, Zhuo Lingyun glanced back and muttered: "Stinky boy, live well!" Then this old body shook and set foot on the road alone, even if it was too late to go to the small temple eighteen years ago, but Zhuo Lingyun had a reason to go, twenty-five years ago for the first time to get the news of her death, the sudden bad news made Zhuo Lingyun sleepless for three days. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but he didn't do anything, he couldn't do anything, he just sat on the steps and watched the dark and dawn. After that time, the Thief had not appeared in the rivers and lakes until a few months ago. Although he officially retired from the rivers and lakes twenty-five years ago, in fact, the moment he met her, Zhuo Lingyun's heart had already faded out of the rivers and lakes.

"It's really like a dream!" the old man couldn't help sighing, this broken body experienced the joys and sorrows of the world, but in the end it was like a dream, illusory and empty. Yesterday, I asked Mrs. Zhuang for the address of the small temple, and Zhuo Lingyun set off before dawn. Dealing with the Shadow Sect is just for her own reputation, and this matter is insignificant in front of "her".

"Master, are you running away like this again?" Jiang Yun's voice sounded behind him, "I'm just a hairy boy, I don't know what to do next, and I don't know what to do, don't you want to teach me?"

"Why did you come along?" The thief was a little surprised, although he really wanted to take Jiang Yun with him, but he thought that he might never come back after seeing "her", so he immediately gave up this idea.

"There's an old man sneaking up, do you think I didn't see it?" Jiang Yun's eyes blinked, and he looked at the thief saint with a smile.

Zhuo Lingyun grinned: "Stinky boy, you are getting more and more skinny, if you don't open the house for three days, you have to hide your bitterness today." Saying that, the old man took out the pipe on his waist, and his figure just moved to Jiang Yun's side, although his foot was injured, but the eight-step ecstasy trace did not decay. Jiang Yun was startled, but he didn't expect the master to make a move, and he drew an arc with seven star steps under his feet, dodged the pipe sideways, and said in his mouth: "Master, I was wrong, don't fight, don't fight." ”

Zhuo Lingyun said secretly: "Good boy, your body and martial arts are so slippery. The inverted pipe swirled in the palm of his hand, and with the sound of the swishing wind, it struck Jiang Yun's feet. Zhuo Lingyun's move was seen by Jiang Yun, and he just dodged the cigarette stick with a slight jump, but the corner of the old man's mouth raised and laughed: "Look where you kid escaped." Jiang Yun had nowhere to borrow his strength in the air, and Zhuo Lingyun's blow was originally a trick. Jiang Yun secretly said that it was not good, the old man's sharp palm had already attacked, and he wrapped Jiang Yun's wrist to restrain Jiang Yun's Taiyuan acupoint. If the Taiyuan acupoint was caught, then even if Jiang Yun had three heads and six arms, he would not be able to run out of Zhuo Lingyun's palm, and at this moment, Jiang Yun had to follow the wrist attacked by the old man and also extend it to counteract Zhuo Lingyun's "Divine Gate" acupoint. Zhuo Lingyun had to retreat for the time being, and said secretly: "This kid reacts extremely quickly. Although he was amazed, the martial arts in his hands still changed like a storm, and Ling Feng's palm turned into a "high-five" and went towards Jiang Yun's chest. Jiang Yun hadn't yet stood firm, and the thief holy palm came again, and he wanted to face the palm and face the master, but he thought that the master's injury had not healed, and his cold internal force fingers might hurt the master, so he suddenly changed his palm to a finger and met the high-five. Finger Falk Palm Jiang Yun knew that this finger was aimed at forcing the master back.

Zhuo Lingyun saw that Jiang Yun only pointed at the "Lao Gong" point in his palm, and was secretly surprised: "Stinky boy doesn't know where to learn fingering?" This palm must not be attacking, so he had to retreat again, and hit the back of Jiang Yun's hand with the cigarette stick in his right hand. In fact, where did Jiang Yun learn fingering, he didn't recognize the acupoints in the palms, and the eight veins of the strange meridians around the human body were added to the elementary school (this is not a typo, but the word 'acupoint' will become *** cough cough... Goldfish writes serious novels. There are 360 in total, and he only remembers a few important acupuncture points, adding up to only twenty or thirty. The cigarette stick touched Jiang Yun's finger, and Jiang Yun hurriedly withdrew his hand when he was in pain, Jiang Yun saw that his fingers were as hot as they were and hurriedly said, "Master, I admit my mistake, don't come to the real thing." ”

Zhuo Lingyun wanted to let Jiang Yun go, but suddenly wanted to try Jiang Yun's martial arts, pretending not to hear Jiang Yun speak, the cigarette stick swirled in his hand again, Jiang Yun couldn't see the change clearly, so he had to retreat for the time being, saying that it was too late and that was fast, and at this moment, the cigarette stick attacked again, directly taking Jiang Yun's right rib. Jiang Yun's feet slipped and sideways to dodge, but Zhuo Lingyun's cigarette stick followed closely and was bound to hit Jiang Yun, and after dodging three or four times, he finally couldn't dodge, so he had to block it with his hands, "Ah......" Jiang Yun's screams came: "Master, stop, stop!" I saw that Jiang Yun's arms were red, and I didn't know how many times I blocked it. Zhuo Lingyun still didn't need to stop. Jiang Yun knew that he would not stop if he couldn't dissolve it by himself, so he had no choice but to gather internal force in his palm, and the cold qi surged into his palm as if he was holding a ball of cold ice. Jiang Yun saw the opportunity to endure the pain, and after eating the cigarette stick with his right arm, he held the cigarette stick, Zhuo Lingyun saw that the cigarette stick was held and wanted to pull it out, and found that Jiang Yun's palm was holding it steadily, and the cold breath came up on the cigarette stick, as if it was condensed with the end of the cigarette stick. "It's not good!" Zhuo Lingyun saw that the cold air was slowly coming along the shaft of the pole, and he was about to rush into his hand, so he hurriedly took off his hand and let go of the cigarette stick.

Seeing that the thief saint retreated three steps, Jiang Yun couldn't help but be proud in his heart that he had snatched the master's old cigarette stick, and was about to show off and mock: "Master, your old friend is mine...... Before the words could be spoken, I saw Zhuo Lingyun, who had just retreated, suddenly burst over as if he had hit a spring behind him, and the momentum was so fast, and suddenly Jiang Yun had not yet returned to his senses, and the cigarette stick in his palm had already come out of his hand, Zhuo Lingyun swept past him, Jiang Yun only saw the figure of the master blowing a gust of wind on the side, the wind swept by, and Jiang Yun felt a trace of coolness on his neck. A white mark appeared on Jiang Yun's neck.

The thief saint gently patted the stunned Jiang Yun on the shoulder from behind: "If the stinky boy wants to fight against your master, he has to wait for more than ten years." ”

Jiang Yun couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of water, just now Zhuo Lingyun just scratched the side of his neck with his fingernails, if it was a sharp weapon, he was afraid that he would have been cut his throat and died. "What kind of martial arts is this?"

Zhuo Lingyun took the cigarette stick again and gently knocked on the battered Jiang Yun, "Don't be too hit, the world's martial arts are broad and profound, and they are even more strange, this Ten Thousand Swords Sect's mastery, it is normal that you can't dodge." ”

"Ten Thousand Swords Sect?" Jiang Yun muttered, this name appeared in his ear many times, "Mrs. Zhuang's husband was killed by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, what is the origin of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

Zhuo Lingyun stuffed the cigarette stick back into his waist and then threw a small bag on the ground to Jiang Yun, although he was alone, he still had something on his body, "If you want to know, help Master with the luggage first, and then tell you when I and your master are happy..." Jiang Yun scratched his head and said, "You're just an apprentice of mine, and you're afraid that you won't tell me?"

After Jiang Yun's master and apprentice left, the front of Han's house became quiet again, and suddenly a black shadow appeared on the road, looking at the back of Jiang Yun's master and apprentice in the distance, his gloomy face was full of killing intent: "I didn't expect the injured thief saint to be so powerful, no wonder the sect master must get rid of you, then there is no way, who told you to block the way of the black shadow......"

Along the way, under Jiang Yun's entanglement, the thief finally spoke: "The founder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is named Xiao Fang, as for who he is, I don't know, I haven't been born yet." Accompanied by Jiang Yun, a "hindering" guy along the way, it also made his depressed mood improve a lot. "In the Central Plains Continent, the eighteen weapons are headed by swords, do you know why?"

Jiang Yun had to shake his head at this question, Jiang Yun had always only known that the lighter and smaller the weapon in addition to the palm technique, the better, because it could be used as a secret weapon, Jiang Yun's secret weapon technique was not very clever, but with the cold ice strength and the foundation of Ling Feng's palm, the secret weapon issued by the secret weapon could also make ordinary first-class masters have to guard against it. "Why? Is it because the swordsmanship is beautiful?"

Zhuo Lingyun chuckled at the ignorant guy: "Then how can you not make a fan? Isn't it better to look like a handsome boy?"

"Yes, in the future, I will definitely meditate on an iron fan, and I can fan the wind if I have nothing to do. Jiang Yun echoed, "Master, why are you beating me again..."

"If you become that pretentious, I won't be able to stand it, but it will hurt a lot more than now. Zhuo Lingyun had an expression like you kid trying, "Speaking of swordsmanship, there are a lot of advanced martial arts that have been handed down from ancient martial arts, and if people of all generations of martial arts make weapons don't understand some swordsmanship, they are really fools, even if they don't use weapons, they have to know a little bit about swordsmanship......

"Master, you still haven't said why the sword is the first of the eighteen weapons?" Jiang Yun interrupted the thief saint.

Zhuo Lingyun frowned as if to say, "You kid dare to interrupt me?" Jiang Yun closed his mouth knowingly, and Zhuo Lingyun continued, "The reason why the sword is the first weapon is because it is the best of hundreds of schools, it can attack and retreat, and it can be defended, and it is agile and elegant, not as cumbersome and domineering as the knife technique, and not as difficult to turn as a spear. ”

"But I think the sword dance is faster, and it seems to be more powerful. Jiang Yun thought of the Luoyang Sword King. Regarding the revenge of the Luoyang Sword King, Jiang Yunke has not yet told his master.

Zhuo Lingyun glared at Jiang Yun again: "I said that swordsmanship is the first of the eighteen weapons, why do you kid talk so much?" As for why the sword is the head of the weapon, Zhuo Lingyun can't find the reason why there are too many reasons, anyway, the predecessors said so, then it must be, and although the sword is the first of the weapons, it mainly depends on the person who makes the sword. "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is a collection of swordsmanship in the world, because many martial arts of ancient martial arts have been lost in the disaster of 'Righteousness', the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has traveled all over the country to collect all kinds of swordsmanship, but it has also made a lot of contributions to the way of martial arts. Zhuo Lingyun didn't have much hatred when he talked about Wanjian Sect, although Wanjian Sect was the one who killed "her", but he was also the one who raised "her", in the final analysis, Zhuo Lingyun felt that he had killed "her" in his heart.

"Later, after Xiao Fang collected the world's swordsmanship, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect created a set of swordsmanship called 'The Sword of Ten Thousand Swords', which means that it gathers the swordsmanship of ten thousand families in the world. ”

"Is there really ten thousand families?" Jiang Yun expressed his doubts again.

"Stinky boy, why do you ask all these questions, people's name is just to show that he has a lot of martial arts background. Zhuo Lingyun looked old-fashioned.

Jiang Yun chuckled and said, "Ling Feng didn't sweep the leaves either...... Come to think of it. ”

Zhuo Lingyun was so angry with this kid that he almost wanted to take out the old pipe of his "old friend". Seeing Jiang Yun's deliberate appearance, he didn't pursue it: "With the continuous transmission of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, it can now be regarded as the only sect with excellent swordsmanship. It dares to say second in swordsmanship, and no one dares to say second. The move you defeated just now is now the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Zhenzong Technique' 'One Line of Heaven'!"

"A glimmer of heaven?" Jiang Yun muttered to himself the name.